Can you hear me?
I'm that little voice inside your head...
My eyes shone dark in false hope's light,
Screamed at its hideous line of sight.
The demons have come; they're taking me over,
They've taken the form of beautiful flowers.
Can you hear me?
I'm the one who makes you do things you wholeheartedly dread...
They whispered strange things I can't comprehend,
"Your love kills souls, fights hope, brings end."
Tiny little voices crawling on my back;
The horrors it's revealing are making me crack.
Can you hear me?
I'm that person whom you didn't save...
In the midst of my dreams, the flowers have grown,
Like men, it has matured, its wickedness has been shown.
What was once my garden of solitude,
Is now my hell that reeks nothing so good.
Can you hear me?
I'm the flower blooming inside your mind, hidden beneath your view...
and I will slowly make you mine.
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
